Posted in stories, Truth or Fiction, writing

Truth or Fiction (April 14, 2019)

Hello once again from WordPress Land. Hope everyone is doing well. Ok, so the last story got a mixed review. I’m sorry to say it was…Truth! Oh yeah. This woman is and was a terrible baker. The story was based on my one and only attempt at making bread. I followed the old family recipe to the T, or so I thought. My loaves of bread could have been used as bricks! I swear. My friend Tiny suggested that I exaggerated just a tad.

Well, maybe just a tiny tad, (see what I did there? LOL)

I didn’t exaggerate much. I actually did throw one loaf of bread and nope, it didn’t break. Also, no the dogs wouldn’t eat it. Although I have to admit the German Shepherd did give it a try after fetching it and bringing it back to me. I took it away before he could actually eat it as I was afraid of what it might do to his stomach.

I’m actually a very good cook, just not a baker. I don’t like having to be that precise in my ingredients.

Now on to my next story. Is it Truth or Fiction?

 

 

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

 

 

Alone

 

The dog alerted her to the car before she heard it. Strange, she wasn’t expecting anyone. She was here on her own. It was just her and the dogs. She was used to being on her own lately. Seems her husband was always away for work since they moved here. The house they moved to a few months back was in the country. They wanted room to let the dogs run. The city seemed too confining for several big dogs. So they found this place. No close neighbors, lots of room and plenty of quiet. For the most part, she was enjoying country living.

Sometimes though, it got a bit scary for her. Being on her own, with just the dogs for company. Since moving she had to deal with coyotes, black widow spiders, scorpions, and the snakes she found on the grounds. She didn’t want her dogs bitten or herself. She managed to get them out of her yard. She didn’t kill them if she could help it. She just captured and released somewhere else when she could.

Her husband did buy her a shotgun. One of those that held several rounds of shells. She practiced with it until she got quite good at it. Her husband said she was a ‘natural’, whatever that meant. She just wanted to protect herself and her dogs from the aggressive snakes that seemed to love the rock garden and the dogs loved to find these snakes. If she could she relocated the snakes, if she couldn’t she wanted to make sure if she had to kill it, that it didn’t suffer because she wounded it and not killed it.

She glanced out the side window and saw two strange men exit the old, beat up clunker they were driving. She got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach when she noticed the passenger step quickly around to the back of the house. The driver walked up to the front door and knocked. Max, the biggest of the dogs, growled deep in his throat and her fear grew. She knew that growl. It was when Max sensed something was not right.

She knew all the doors and windows were locked. She always made sure they were when she was alone. She got in the habit when she lived in the big city. A woman alone always kept her doors locked. It was just survival. It was also the middle of a hot summer so no reason to have the windows open.  Her shotgun was always leaning by the front door as she carried it with her when she and dogs went for their daily walk.

She slowly opened up the door. The storm door was locked and it was made of tempered glass. Not easy to break. She didn’t want to open the door but was afraid if the men thought no one was home they would attempt to break in. That she didn’t want. She could always dial 911 but knew from experience that it might take the police more time to get here then was safe for her.

Max stood leaning against her legs. Seeming to feel her fear and reassure her he would protect her if necessary. She didn’t unlock the storm door. She was alone and she wasn’t stupid. She trusted the fear that was building inside her. After glancing at the man who stood at her door she looked past him to see if she could see the man who had walked behind the house. She couldn’t. She knew they were up to no good and to trust her instincts. Not to mention, Max’s.

Max sat next to her, she could feel his body tremble. His ears were perked forward and he gave another soft growl. She laid one hand on his head and looked at the man through the glass door.

“What do you want?” She asked him.

“What? I couldn’t hear you.” He said in broken English. “Why don’t you open this door so I can hear you better?”

In a louder voice, she said, “No. Also, you need to tell your friend the back door is locked and he needs to step to the front.”

He shook his head and with his index finger, he pointed to his ear. “I can’t hear you. Open the door.”

Max growled again, louder. He was ready to pounce.

Louder she said, “No! I want you and your friend to leave now!”

“I just want to talk to you.” He said.

“I’ve called the police before I opened the door. They will be here any second and you can tell them what you want to talk to me about.”

With that little white lie, the man looked angry but yelled something in Mexican that she couldn’t understand and tried once more to get her to open the door. That’s when she saw the second man come from behind the house and step to the car. He started to walk forwards to join his friend. She knew then she would have to do something more forceful as they weren’t going to leave.

She said to Max. “Watch!” That was his command to be ready to attack. She grabbed the shotgun from next to the door and held it. She didn’t want to hurt anyone but if she had to, she would shoot them to protect herself. She felt the icy fear leave her and a calmness replaced it, and things seemed to go in slow motion for a bit.

The man at the door spotted the shotgun, stepped back, shouted something in Mexican again to his friend and turn and run towards the car. That’s when she shouted to Max to “Stay” and she opened the storm door. They were racing the car backward out of her driveway when she aimed the shotgun and fired. She could see she hit the front of the car but not enough to stop them. She didn’t want to stop them, she wanted to scare the shit out of them and to show them she would not hesitate in using the gun.

She watched as the driver gunned the gas and sped out down the road in front of the house. She backed inside the house, locked both doors once again. Keeping hold of the shotgun like a lifeline, she sat at her desk in the living room and started to shake. The adrenaline left her body and she felt sick, limp and in badly need of a coffee.  As soon as she got her shaking hand to dial, she called the police and within a few minutes, they were there knocking at her door.

 

 

 

 

 

Is this story Truth or Fiction? Let me know what you think! What would you have done in this situation?

 

 

 

 

Posted in His Days (about the husband), Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction

Sam The Wonder Dog ~~~ An Update on the Husband

Hello Folks!

You’re probably wondering about the title of this post, eh? I know it’s kind of strange but all will become clear soon.

 

As many of you know, my husband had a stroke about three weeks ago. After battling cancer and a bad back, now this. He’s had a rough five or six years. He’s one tough man. Although I think he’s met his match this time.

The stroke left his right arm and hand almost useless. Which for him is very frustrating as it’s, of course, his prominent hand. At the best of times, this is a man with very little patience. Now, oh boy, he’s frustrated as hell.

We learned when he was in the hospital that this is actually his third stroke. He has had two prior ones we didn’t know about. This last one also occurred in the exact same some spot of the brain as the last one. I don’t know how that works on the brain with strokes but it was my understanding this one on top of the other is not that common.

Leave it to him to be different.

It’s also usual to have a stroke and then have the opposite side of your body affected. Again, the husband has to be different. The strokes all happened to his right side of the brain and affected the RIGHT side of his body. Most unusual.

I’ve noticed some changes in his personality since the stroke. I would guess this is normal. They are a bit subtle but there nonetheless. After his stroke, the doctors changed his pain meds. He was taking oxycodone. Now he’s on Hydromorphone which is derivative of morphine. It actually seems to work better for him.

When I brought him home last Friday I thought I could handle it. I figured it wasn’t going to be much different from what it normally is. I had to do pretty much everything then, I figured how much can it change? Oh, how naive I was!

I have to dress him, help him eat (usually just cut up big pieces for him) and other, personal things. I won’t go into detail. Just let’s say his personal space is no more. Sigh.

It’s damn hard. On me, mostly. Especially when he falls, which he has done three times last week. The most recent one was this morning. At 3 am, I finally broke down and called 911 as I knew there was no way I could get him up off the floor by myself. He fell outside the bathroom which is a narrow hallway. He is too weak to help much. His legs don’t want to work right and without his one hand and arm, well forget it. He wasn’t getting up.

The other times he was in the living room and I could maneuver his walker to him so between the walker and me we got him up. That was not going to work this morning.

This is where Sam, the wonder dog comes in. Now, Sam is just a little guy. Weighing in at about nine pounds, ten at the most. He sleeps with me in my bedroom, always has. My bedroom is on one end of the house. I keep my door closed as I can’t sleep if I hear the tv. Which for the husband has to be on 24/7. I also have to sleep in a cold room with a fan going.

Sam, the art of a loyal buddy (c) JLPhillips 2013

The husband has a bed in the living room. Which is right next to my bedroom. Unfortunately, I still cannot hear him if he falls. Sam lets me know when the husband falls. Which is strange because the husband has fallen before he had the stroke and Sam never let me know. But now, he wakes me up. I think he realizes it’s more important now then it was before. As before the husband could usually get back up himself and him falling happened rarely.

Even when he fell in the hallway this morning, Sam woke me up. He is my little hero. I walked out to the living room and noticed that the husband’s bed was empty. Sam took off to the hallway so I knew to follow and that’s where I found the husband. Poor man, he’s kind of banged up on this one. He has a cut over one eye and bruises.

He managed to take his walker to the bathroom but for some reason decided to try to get back to bed without it. Didn’t work well. Down he went. He doesn’t remember how long he was on the floor, just knew it had been a while.

There is, however, a tiny little ray of hope in all this. I believe I have found the main reason he has been falling. It only happens in the middle of the night. And only when he takes two sleeping pills. So……I did a little experiment this past week. For a couple of nights, I only gave him one sleeping pill. (Much to his disgust). Those nights he DIDN’T fall. He managed to get up, go the bathroom and get back to bed in one piece. Last night he insisted I give him two sleeping pills. He fell.

No more two sleeping pills a night. I even talked to the home nurse yesterday and she agreed with me, that it was possibly the sleeping pills that are making him fall. As far as I’m concerned, last night proved my theory.

My gut told me this was the case, I always listen to my gut.

So this has been our life lately.

As for me, personally. I’m tired. I’m more than tired. I’m exhausted. But, I will go on and do what I must because no one else is going to do it for me. The husband is a good man, whose had a bad run of luck on his health. I will be there for him.

That’s the least I can do.

As for Sam, he got an extra treat today. Good boy, Sam!

 

 

 

 

Posted in Cee's Share Your World, Mi Vida Loca, questions and answers

Share Your World ~~ Sept. 4, 2017

Hello, People! I hope that everyone that celebrated Labor Day had a good long weekend. Also, those of you that have kids going back to school today I wish you peace and quiet to relax in. 😉

Now let’s answer Cee’s Share Your World questions!

 

What color do you feel most comfortable wearing?

When I was younger I never wore anything but dark clothes. Blacks, grays, blues, you get the picture. Now and for the last several years I wear the rainbow! I love bright clothes now. Reds, purples, light blues, emerald-green, even orange. Seems the older I get the braver I become in colors. I want bright, cheery ones.

What is your favorite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)

Any dog that is around me. I love all dogs. I used to raise German Shepherds years ago. Now I have Sam, who is a Shih Tzu/Bichon mix. I have had Dachshunds, Pekingese, and mixed breeds. I just love them all.

List at least five favorite flowers or plants.

  • Iris
  • Dill (love the smell)
  • Aloe Vera
  • Lemon Grass
  • Lilacs

What inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Reading all the uplifting stories of heroes of the Harvey storm. People truly are good. I cried about animals being rescued and laughed at the ‘angry cat’ picture. (I do hope that poor cat made it). I’m so glad there were so many unsung heroes rescuing animals and of course people.

 

via LATimes

 

 

 

 

Posted in Cee's Share Your World, Mi Vida Loca, questions and answers

Share Your World ~~~ July 31, 2017

Another month is gone! This year is going by way too fast. It really is true, the older you get the faster time goes.

Another edition of Cee’s Share Your World is here, live! Hope you enjoy.

If you had to have your vision corrected would you rather: glasses or contacts? Or what do you use if you need to have your vision corrected?

I wear glasses. Have since I was sixteen. I did wear contacts for a few years in my late 20’s. Never had a problem with them. Stopped wearing them when I started doing a lot of wood work. Sawing and sanding are not a good mix with contacts. I don’t work with wood much anymore but I just kept with the glasses because it was easier. Plus, I love transition lenses. (That’s the lenses where they turn darker in sunlight) My eyes are a bit sensitive to sunlight so these kinds of lenses help a lot.

Sam

 

Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

I’m an old animal lover. Doesn’t make any difference what kind, I love them all. I must admit that dogs have a slight edge ahead but all in all, I love all animals.

If you were to buy a new house/apartment what is the top three items on your wish list?

The first thing is…no stairs. Must be one level. The husband can’t do steps anymore and I must admit I have a hard time myself sometimes. Then…two bathrooms! I don’t like sharing a bathroom with anyone. I’m selfish that way. The third…a fenced in back yard for my animals.

My dream house also has a home library/studio where I can have peace and quiet to write or whatever. A large kitchen with lots of cupboards and counter space. I have yet to have a kitchen like that. I have always had small dinky ones with no counter space.

What inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

Friends. I have strong, resourceful, wonderful, loving friends. They are always a source of inspiration when I need it the most.

Posted in Cee's Share Your World

Share Your World ~~ Feb. 20, 2017

It’s Monday, so it must be time for Cee’s Share Your World! Thanks, Cee for the questions each week.

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When you cut something with scissors, do you move your jaw (as if you were about to chew)? 

No, I don’t believe I do. Sometimes if I’m really concentrating on something I will stick my tongue out. Have no idea why… just seems to help. Ha!

Do you chew your pens and pencils?

Is this mouth week? LOL….Ok, no I don’t chew my pens or pencils. Yuck. You don’t know where they’ve been or what’s been on them. My problem is I do know where they’ve been! (makes you wonder don’t it) 😉

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Are you a collector of anything?  If so what?

Do dust bunnies count? No? Eh. I used to be a collector. I collected Santa’s, snowmen, antiques, and books. Not necessarily all at the same time. First, I lost all my stuff in a fire, then a divorce, then because my mom was mad at me and my family members are vultures. So now I don’t collect anything but the aforementioned dust bunnies and no one else wants them.

Don’t feel sorry for me, though. When you live with less things you tend to enjoy what you have more.

What size is your bed? 

I have a double sized bed which I share with Sam, my dog. He takes two-thirds and kindly lets me have the last third. Which you people with pets understand. That’s ok with me, it’s his snoring that sometimes gets to me……..

 

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How’s your world doing today?

 

 

 

Posted in My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures, nonfiction, postaday

My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures ~~ Dec. 15, 2016

I have to admit to feeling a bit blue lately. Ok, a lot. I do get melancholy sometimes. I think we all do.

For the past month or more, it’s been more than melancholy for me. Like many people I usually get a bit down this time of year. A bit sad, a bit reflective. My mood has been even more than that. It borders on depression.

I had depression years ago. I mean I was down that dark, deep hole of blackness so far I thought I would never crawl out.

I did crawl out, though. It took me several years, a divorce and suicidal thoughts (not necessarily in that order)….but I did it. I crawled out and never crawled back in. I’ve been close to the brink of that hole a few times. I always caught myself before I fell in.

Many people see me as a strong woman. I don’t consider myself strong. I consider myself a survivor. Plain and simple. I survived my abusive childhood. I survived a rotten first marriage to a man bent on destroying me. I survived several attempts on my life. I survived….I survive…..I am a survivor.

But, am I strong? I don’t know. Most days I don’t think so. I certainly don’t feel it.

So today, I felt the need to write down some things I’m grateful for. Something for my soul to hold on to. Something to help this emotional cripple to keep waking up every morning. I find it helps…..sometimes.

I will not fall down that black hole.

 

The Incomplete

 

Friends. They make me smile even when I don’t feel like it. They make me think with the words that they write. They make me feel like maybe….just maybe….I’m not alone after all.

My dog Sam. He cuddles with me every night. He helps me feel like I mean something to someone, even if it’s just a small 8lb dog. Most days he’s the only other living thing that ever physically touches me.

Distractions. Books, blogs, writing, things that make me come out of my shell and look at things differently. Sometimes it helps to have a different perspective.

Optimism. Even though I’ve been staring at that deep, dark hole lately, in my heart there beats my optimism. I will be ok. Things will be ok. My life can change on a whim. It has before, it will again. Usually for the better. All things are temporary.

The holiday season. Even though I tend to get a bit down this time of year, my heart sings at all the good things that usually come out of this holiday season. The cheerful lights. The jolly Santa’s. The ever-present snowmen. The feeling in the air that things might….just might….improve. Human nature’s spirit is unquenchable. Even if this past year has been damn hard for many reasons for many people we as humans keep trying to move forward to make this a better place. The bigger the obstacles the more determined we are to overcome them.

 

So make your own list of small pleasures, even if it’s just in your own head and heart. It still makes a difference.

 

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Posted in Blog challenge, Humor, nonfiction, Photo Challenges, postaday

The Mannequin Challenge ~~ My Way

I’m sure by now most of you have heard about the “Mannequin Challenge”. That’s where a bunch of people get together and create a scene to be filmed where they stand still like mannequins.

Well, I decided to have a bit of fun and show you pictures of my interpretation of this challenge. Just for fun. Unfortunately, it won’t be in video form but you’ll get the drift. I think we could all use a bit of fun lately, don’t you?

Here we go!

 

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How about doing your own Mannequin challenge?

 

 

 

Posted in My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures, nonfiction

My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures ~~ November 10, 2016

Hello, People!

This has been a tough week for many people, like my friends in the states, as it was election week. Whew! That one was certainly one for the books, eh?

I’ve been reading so many posts on here and Facebook that are full of disappointment, fear, and anger. Friends are arguing, family members are fighting and even strangers are blasting each other.

Nothing new for Facebook users I’m afraid, but I’ve sensed this underlying thread of something….not sure if it’s just fear or something more. Uncertainty I think.

A huge uncertainty for the future of many people.

Now this is not going to be a political post. I don’t do those. Was I disappointed in the election? Yes, I was. I’m a United States Citizen, living in Canada. I love both countries. I think what a lot of people fail to see is this……One man can not run the country. Even if he has a god complex. That’s just not how it works.

Anything he wants to do has to be approved by many. That’s how democracy works. The only thing that gives me hope is that the man will have many more “handlers” now than in civilian life.

Now, me, I wonder how he plans to redecorate the white house? Hmm, will it turn out to be the ‘Gold House’? 😉

That’s about as political as I will ever get. Enough said on that subject. Let’s move on to my list…….

The Incomplete

Sunshine ~~ Ah, even when I feel bad, as long as the sun is shining I have hope that things will get better.

Friends ~~ I love my friends. They cheer me up, make me laugh, and make me feel like I belong.

My dog Sam ~~ A day without Sam would be a dark day indeed. How so much love can be inside a small eight-pound bundle of fur is beyond me. He accepts me at my worst and cuddles me until I’m ‘me’ again. I love this little dog so much.

Sweet smelling candles ~~ A flickering light, tantalizing fragrance, a feeling of zen, right in my own little room. Blissful.

My stubbornness ~~ It makes me get up and do things even when I feel like crap. It keeps me moving. Otherwise, I’m afraid I would lay down and never get back up some days.

Other people’s talents ~~ There are so many talented people out there. Writers that make me strive to be a better writer. Singers who make me feel each line. Poets who make me appreciate that written word. Artists who make me smile with their drawings, paintings, and carvings.

Beauty in this world ~~ Which there is plenty of it if one looks for it. Take a look around and then try to tell me I’m wrong. No matter how bleak things can look there is always a beauty close by. It might be hidden but you can see it if you try.

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Tell me something that gives you pleasure. 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Comic ~ Sam and Me, Humor, postaday

The New Sam and Me Cartoon

Hello, People!

I do hope everyone’s weekend is going well. Have fun and be safe!

Today I wanted to do a new Sam and Me cartoon but my old place of doing the cartoons shutdown. So sad as I really liked using them. So I found a new place to make my cartoons. Let me know what you think!

 

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As you can see, Sam, me and the cat look a bit different on this cartoon than the old one. What do you think? Better? Worse? Not too bad?